A Man with a Mission

Mission: Continue to Write Poetry (This is a very small tribute to the entire collection.)

Bring Back the Rain

I honor the rain

downpours especially

the gleam of her eye

a glint of destiny

My own eye tears

drops with the rain

the guardian shower

a lovers sworn

and then you came

I looked to the rain

I saw you again

that day to always

come home to me

rain needs earth

earth.... rain

Ode to the Guardian of the Rain

 

Simply soft.  Simply sweet.

Whisper a word like, lightning,

Breath the breathe that moves me.

Drops of dew surround me.

Thunder overhead and shake me,

crying over this land, Your tears.

The river raging buckets of youth spill to the ground,

Your soul to lead me.

Lying still, You move me!

Casting the storm aside, not yet!

Part the clouds, entice me.

Show to me, your smile, a crescent moon.

Nourish the land, weeping, flooding,

            A river of silk, caress me.

Angry, You envelope above, hiding Your eye,

            while there, perfect circles meet.

 I wanted to write something sweet to the mother of spring,

and welcome the rain.

The Moment After

Fallowed by, ought to, for which was which,

Set out from catalyst a deterrent audible bliss.

A mind full of abundance and jest

And what of this awful mess?

One last breath, the yellow of fog, and a table for four,

Found ‘round the corner, what may restore,

A wind-bringing day for four bright and unblinking novas,

The sun, self-knowledge, christened booze, and the ancient alphabet…all forget.

 

Momentarily drawn to a group of armchair children,

Michelangelo has painted their destiny in the Sistine Chapel.

I close my eyes to envision the days,

When all has taken my life, too enthralled,

In all that has: this has all happened before.

I can’t tell the future, but every moment after

My eyes are unbelieving that there was a moment after.

Thoreau's Possessor

A House, owning its owner

Takes him by the wallet

Squeezes him dry, a day

Houses getting lonelier

It rips its roof from its-

Holds high upon its shoulders

& makes the owner take a loan.

To work for his owner,

The loan taking its weigh.

Soles Touch by a Distance

With a breath and a whisper

A sole has found its match

Foretold as hunger, the sole

Silently chews the days away

With peach trees in August

And spruce winter nights

Spring will enter summer

And Longer are the memories

From one another, until

Sole from a distant shape

We project the brightness

Concealing our own darkness

That Forests seem to forget

Fear is not without fascination

And smiles can wash up tears

Frogs are for floating, and

Turtles sink or swim

But the distance from the two

connected by the same, water

And each are touched,

...By the distance.

On the Path to Truth

Some people take the ride of time

Passing by the Material

Open to the natural call

Wandering toward Ocean's Haze

These people find peace of Mind

Discovering Companions

Moments with animation

Find power with Resonance

With Childlike Innocence

Human's Apprehension,

Collective Consciousness

Is the proof of THE presence

Like all THE stories

We're cosmic Mystics

In Situations

Eating taboo Fruits

It's the gravitational Pull

the Quest for the eternal Soul

A Collectiveness as a whole

Our labors fruit, unnatural

"Nothing solves more problems than packing a truck"

~Jake Skinner